Orthoorama
59 solar eclipses tall
the permafrostbear growls down
a stone face
one bridge after the other never to turn on the turmeric finger
still recovering from birth
I live
under my hair
turn to swallows to snow to salt out where the ocean's lost
slowly outgrowing
the state of perpetual
innocence
looking back until the white in your eyes becomes space
talking to clouds
she brings just one
mercury pill
deep inside its head the whale grows a tree
knead light into a bowl
and then … the melatonin-angel
scatters
by the far end of your gaze neurons become deserts